My Story
Where do I start? My first memories of my childhood are ones of being a thief. I was the youngest sibling of five and was spoilt, I’m spoilt to this day. My memories of stealing include stealing money from my brother for premier league stickers and one time I really hurt my Mother by stealing my uncle’s phone on a visit to his home. When my family stopped holding cash because of me I would steal from their credit cards. To this day I don’t know how they haven’t disowned me. When I became homeless I never had to steal again, If I did I would have been beaten up. I found it easier to beg for two euro than to steal anyways. I found primary school very hard, I would put a brave face on yet I struggled with […]
